My executive assistant in NY, who was warned in advance, has booked us a suite.
As I check us into the spectacular hotel, I realize we have cornered ourselves. It happens when the hotel staff member slides one room card across and then smiles. I pause but not for long.
Our Japanese fixer, aka power broker, personally knows each of the Japanese executives we need to convince I’m not a player. And that I am in love with the woman I am standing next to.
Our fixer smiles, and we share a look. Sam is fast, and she gets it.
As our eyes meet, she takes my elbow, and she takes control. She then leans in and kisses my cheek. My God, she is good with this.
Somehow, we will deal with the one bed issue, but later.
“Well, Harry-san, you and Samantha-san must be tired,” ourhired fixer says in his black suit. “And congratulations again. Nice to see you settle down. Finally!”
“Indeed,” I say as we walk towards the elevator.
The conservative Japanese man bows, and I do the same. Sam then steps close as if she and I are deeply in love.
She is clearly better at this than I am, and I make a mental note. A note to be less of a robot and more of a human.
“Sleep well, and I will see you in the morning,” our fixer says.
I nod, then walk my wife-to-be into the elevator. Finally, we step inside, and the fixer continues to watch us.
As soon as the doors close, I let go, and I pace. I then look up and sigh. “Fuck!” As we go up, around fifty floors, my mind churns. I then find her watching me.
“And I thought you were the cool, calm businessman.”
I give her my coldest grumpy energy. I am used to pressure, but this here is messed up. I need to focus and plan, and I thoroughly dislike chaos.
Sam is also looking stunning. Too fucking stunning. Even if she doesn’t need makeup, she has applied some today.
We also bought her clothes at the airport in Hawaii because neither of us expected her to need to be overly presentable.
She is now wearing a conservative classic long white linen dress and a cute white neck scarf. Her shoes are perfect in style, and she is classy. She also looks sophisticated, and she is distractingly perfect. The chain of white pearls was a good investment I made to finish off the look, and show the Japanese I, orwe,have settled down.
I do, however, suspect she is not wearing panties.
Being around any hot women now will naturally throw me off my game and having her ultra close may ruin all my plans. There is a reason world-class boxers are not allowed to have sex pre-fight. I inhale, trying not to look at Samantha.
She is calm, she is refined, she is graceful, and she is way too much.
I look back at her, and she raises an eyebrow. “Darling.”
“What?” I growl.
“What’s wrong?”
I sigh, but what can I say?
You. You’re too… well, perfect. I’m here to do a deal. And you, you’re throwing me off. The deal I should be locking down is business, when really, I should be locking you down, and forever.
“Nothing,” I lie like a coward. I sigh and close my eyes. I’ve done deals with media, movie and advertising companies for over a decade. Also, banks, and in the billions.
But I’ve never been distracted. I inhale and breathe through my nose. Focus. Focus. Focus.
After entering the large marble hotel suite that overlooks gardens in Tokyo, I know the last thing I can do is sleep with her. Or get more distracted.
I have billions about to go on the line, and my reputation. Plus, the reputations of my three companies, my life’s work.
